Flint was thankful that he took the card, maybe he would call when he wasn't so .... dozy..
"So where you stay at, man? You headin' towards Marbridge road?" Dylan asked as he enjoyed his beer.
"Yeah just a street or two away." Flint finished his whiskey and raised his hand. The bartender looked over, Flint lifted the glass and then looked back to Dylan. The bartender poured another whiskey and slid it to Flint.
"So I haven't seen you around, don't come here often do ya?" Flint glanced over his shoulder then looked back to Dylan. He picked up his glass and it seemed the whiskey was finally taking its toll. Flints hand was sluggish as it pressed the glass to his lips.